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Tues Chic: Mike “D” Diamond

We all remember the gold chains and black and white Adidas that the Beastie Boys sported in the 80s (well, maybe I’m dating myself here. SOME of us remember that look). The “three Jewish boys from Brooklyn” made history with their unique sound and white-boy-rapper look and paved the way for future artists like Eminem. Their signature style would be emulated for years to come.

The Beastie Boys have grown up (“Ad Rock” was my favorite. RIP Adam Yauch). Mike “D” Diamond has settled with his wife and two sons in a place he’s always called home, Brooklyn, and his beautiful town house was recently featured in the New York Times. It’s nice to see this Beastie Boy be a trendsetter yet again.

(Images courtesy of Trevor Tondro for the New York Times and Corbis)

We had a really nice weekend. I stayed up until 3 am catching up with one of my girlfriends after hosting a cocktail party and it did me in the rest of the weekend. How did I get so old? If I’m not in bed by 11:30, I’m completely dunzo and I realized that the hard way after a marathon weekend of gym, shopping, bbq and Father’s Day. Straw had taken the P man to the cabin and P came home wearing a white t-shirt and cammo overall shorts (he looked like J.Crew meets “Duck Dynasty.”) I was chuckling when he walked in the door. This is what happens when your dad is a little bit country and you mom is a little bit rock and roll. (Well, if rock and roll took a stroll to the country club). The boys showered, changed and then we were hanging out watching “North America” on Discovery (surprisingly cool show). Bodie was asleep on the floor after running around all weekend and we let Beyonce out of her cage. The bunny was hopping around the coffee table carrying one of my socks in her mouth. Next thing I know, she’s hopping over to straw, dropping the sock and he’s tossing it across the room and SHE’S RETRIEVING IT. I’m literally speechless. This goes on for about 5 minutes. We now have a black bunny named after a soul diva who thinks she’s a labrador. I tease Straw that he’s the “baby/kid/dog whisperer.” I swear. Any kid he throws a baseball to, reads with, and plays a game with, they’re immediately endeared to him. We can now add “bunny whisperer” to the list. Bodie adores him and jumps up whenever he walks in the door. I joke I’m the “third person in the hot tub” (in other words, there’s no room for me in THAT relationship) and he can take our TV room and transform it into a complete playland for P. All I see is what needs to be vacuumed in our TV room. Now I’m losing the rabbit’s affection to my husband. This is ridiculous. I’m completely outnumbered and I’m the one who makes the meals, feeds the dog, takes the kid to and from school, clothes him, takes him to play dates and also the one who cleans the “rabbit raisins” off an expensive oriental rug. And now the bunny is falling in love with the “boss of the forest.” Maybe I need to get Jay-Z the duck and not introduce him to Straw. I can just picture it now. The parade of boy, dog, bunny and duck behind Straw as he heads out into the back yard to clean the BBQ. Ugh.